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Submitted to Contest #51
“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Mathers, but at this point it’s no longer likely we will find your daughter alive.” And with that statement two things ended, the career of one deputy and the search for my little sister.***The woods are cold today, even though it is only early Fall. The searchers combed these woods for days. On foot, on horseback, with and without hounds. That’s the trouble when your property abuts a state park. It’s not just one copse for a child to disappear into, it’s miles of forest and rivers and places where any child could fa...
Submitted to Contest #49
Once again, Chaviva stared at the chair. It sat casually in the corner of the waiting room next to the admin’s window. Its unassuming pink cushion blushed coyly, surrounded by the mahogany-stained wood’s embrace. That chair. That damn chair. That’s what started this suicidal swing. Chavi chewed her lip. No, maybe it wasn’t the chair. This fucking waiting room, colder than a psychiatrist’s analysis, where she was always alone – the fucking boredom had driven her to it. The magazines, with their wounded covers where thoughtless admins and PA...
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